Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.